Mr. Oda and his friends

"brother……"

The haggard and crumbling black suit stretched out his hand in a begging gesture, and another person who was not much better than him hurriedly handed over the cigarette case: "Oh, it's hard work."

The black suit begging for cigarettes let out a loud sob: "I'm quitting, really, I'd rather go back to my hometown to grow rice than do it again."

He sniffed, stretched his neck to look around, retracted and opened and closed his mouth, and the person passing the cigarette hurriedly stepped forward to cover him: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I'm going to kill you!" He pressed hard on his almost collapsed partner, shaking desperately: "That gentleman dares to say bad things, he's been in a bad mood these days, whoever bumps into him will be unlucky!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Let's talk about something else, listen to me, if you don't work, you will be injured a little bit next time, maybe you will call out the guerrillas."

Seeing his partner nodding desperately, the man let go nervously, and sat down beside him.The two guys were like downcast weasels in winter, with their hands down, each lit a cigarette and began to puff.

"Recently, the economy has been in a downturn..."

"Who said no?"

"The sea water is a little bit smellier than last year."

"Who said no?"

"If it can be transferred out, how about we open a milk tea stand together."

"Who says it's not... huh?"

The black suit who received the invitation suddenly got up from the ground, regardless of the strange posture at the moment: "Milk tea stand?"

"Yeah." Packing his emotions, the man talked about his plan with a cigarette between his fingers: "I heard that there are some big men at the level of team leaders in Tokyo who also have side jobs. Some people sent people to Thailand to study and come back to debut singing and dancing Those who make money, some open crepe chain stores... Pearl milk tea costs less, requires less labor, spends a little more on decoration of the front door, and keeps the store clean and hygienic, in short, it will not lose money."

"It makes sense, doesn't it?"

The person who contributed the cigarette packs nodded frequently: "There is no suspicion of betraying the organization, some money will be paid, and my wife will look better when I go home at night."

"That's right!" The black suit spit out white smoke: "The two of us can just work together, open from morning to night, and the shop is always closed. When the business improves in the future, we can add some fancy goods like ice cream cakes .You don’t need to bother others, just ask your wife to ship it at home and sell it.”

"Okay! I think it's okay." Another black suit slapped his thigh: "I'll go back and discuss it with my wife, and you should pay attention to it. Next time you act..."

"Well, take a shot, even if you are lame, it's better than being played to death by Mr...."

Speaking of this, the two sighed in perfect harmony.

Ever since he came back from the task of slaughtering the client and eating both ends, Mr. Dazai seemed to have swallowed gunpowder, and the leader didn't give face to whoever he caught.However, Mr. Sen is always smiling and conniving at his wanton behavior, which is really hard to see clearly.

Oh, anyway, the members who serve as subordinates don't understand what's going on in the heads of the bosses, as long as they don't always get tossed to death, everything will be fine.

Everyone thinks so.

It's a pity that Mr. Dazai's venom splash attack ignores the difference in level at all, and if he targets him, he won't be able to escape.Regarding the inside story here, everyone has some ideas in their minds.

It must be that the BOSS and Mr. Dazai had some conflicts between the teacher and the apprentice. The young master can't vent his temper on the face of his immediate boss, so he can only vent his anger on the subordinates.

If this is his own brat, the father will have to give him a kick first, and then make up two big mouths to cure his bad temper.However, within the PortMafia organization... it would be lucky not to be approached by a brat.

Alas, it is so difficult to be a worker!

The two black suits looked at each other, and moved a few centimeters into the shadow together.

Taking advantage of the fact that the eldest and young master is rarely in peace, he can be lazy for a while if he can.

Office of the Chief of PortMafia.

"Did Dazai-kun finally enter the rebellious period recently?"

Mori Ogai opened the report melancholy, and came to such a conclusion after reading the words and sentences that were obviously written by others.

It's fine if this kid doesn't give face at ordinary times, but he can still show everyone how "magnanimous" the leader is.Recently, I don't know what stimulated me, and the disturbance was particularly severe, frequently stepping on the edge of small fights, and the big peng spread its wings and danced lightly.

What puzzled Mr. Mori was that his actions never involved power, which looked more like childish anger, which was why he was unhappy but did not take Dazai Osamu's knife.

——The guerrillas were played by the bears, wanting to live and die, and complaining about it. Of course, Mr. Chief knows about it. Thinking about the increasingly rich funds for activities...

"Mr. Hirotsu, please ask Dazai-kun to come to my office."

I always have to give an explanation to the members, the gesture that should be done must be done enough, and if this continues, I am afraid that some people will think of quitting.

Mori Ogai rubbed his chin, and began to recall what happened in the past month, which caused Osamu Dazai to change abnormally.He thought and thought, until the young man stood in front of him with a sleepy expression, and the first gentleman thought of a certain possibility like a flash.

"Dazai-kun, what's on your mind, why don't you let me hear it?"

Let me be happy now.

Halfway through his nap, he was dug out of the container, and had to face the vicious old fox. The black-haired boy with a hundred times more ferocious expression than his mood said in a soft and soft voice: "Mr. What about □□?"

"Well, have you fulfilled the agreement we made? I don't seem to see Xiao Rihe appearing in sight. It's a pity..."

Mori Ogai shunned all the responsibilities cunningly, and in order not to appear too much, he took the initiative to bring up the topic about Miyata Hiyori: "It's February [-]th, I really don't know who will be lucky enough to receive it. Miss PortMafia made her own chocolate. I can’t be reconciled to thinking about it, let’s send someone to kill that guy!”

The faint murderous intent that was suppressed as much as possible spread out from the boy's body, and Mori Ogai, who had achieved the purpose of probing, was very satisfied: "Oh? Are you angry? Don't bring your emotions into work. I just Just kidding, it's your fault for being too serious, Dazai-kun."

He thought Dazai Osamu was concerned that Miyata Hiyori's existence might shake his position in PortMafia, but in fact...

Mr. Dazai, who has recently added a "magical storybook", believes that the one who received the Honmei chocolate must be Oda Saku who did not explain it. As the captain of the head-pressing team, I am sure about this CP.Otherwise, send someone to watch Miyata Hiyori, if she dares to give the chocolate to others, she will directly kill the guy who receives the gift!

As for Mori Ogai... you can treat him as a dead person, anyway, he will die sooner or later, at most three to five years later.

I have to say that the brain circuits of the master and apprentice are quite close in some cases.

Consciously achieving the purpose of admonishment and deterrence, Mori Ogai stopped here: "Okay, don't be too harsh on your subordinates, even xx has heard the latest news and came to ask me what happened. Fake, don't give him such a chance next time."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

You let people dig me out of bed at noon, just to hide such a useful sentence in a pile of nonsense?Am I so like a person who is willing to dig for gold in shit!

As if seeing through his slander, Mr. Sen immediately added: "Ah, by the way, there is also your mission report, don't forget to sign it."

I don't want to pursue what you wrote. As a team, you should at least read what your subordinates have written.

Osamu Dazai yawned perfunctorily: "I know, I know, Mr. Mori, are you approaching menopause? It's so long-winded!"

Mori Ogai: "..."

I really want to cut you!

This summoning can be described as "unhappy parting". The four burly men standing outside the chief's office were trembling. They heard some faint words from the room, and they kept their mouths shut and only dared to communicate with their eyes.

— Missy?When did our PortMafia hide such a character?

The leader even reprimanded Mr. Dazai for the young lady?

Missy and Valentine's Day and chocolates?

It has to be said that although some people's appearance does not match the word "gossip" at all, the theater in their brains is often unparalleled.

When Osamu Dazai left the chief's office, he went to trouble the guerrillas and the XX mentioned by Mori Ogai.As his subordinate, the former is nothing more than being ordered to run errands and ridiculed by Yin and Yang from time to time, while the latter's misfortune is real.

——In less than three days, an old man from the previous generation in the organization was found to be colluding with outsiders to sell information, and his fate was extremely unhappy. In stark contrast to this, Mr. Chief was in an extremely good mood for several days in a row.

Sure enough, it was a child's trick to fight for favor, Mori Ogai pressed his murderous heart, and turned his attention to other organizations in Yokohama.

Since the children are eager to behave, then he, the supervisor, must create enough events for them to behave, right?

It's not the labor force that exploits minors.

As for Hiyori, who is in the windless zone at the center of the storm... being talked about by a few, a dozen, or hundreds of people she has never met will not bring her a burden, and right now she is standing with Sakura Chiyo, frowning Staring at the shelves in the sweets section of the supermarket.

Humans are a species that likes to receive certain gifts on certain dates, and doing so seems to please both the sender and the recipient.

Well, this point should be written down in a small notebook.

"Dark chocolate with a purity of more than 80.00%, whole milk, food flavors, whipped cream, sugar, molds, wrapping paper, ribbons..." The girl with a bowknot read out the materials that need to be purchased from the note, in a pilgrimage-like way Attitude clasped hands in front of the face and pretended to be longing: "February [-]th is held once a year!"

"Annual Wonderful Handmade Awards, ha!"

Seo Yuzuki, who was also drawn to participate in the event, can always open the door to a new world.

Miyata Hiyori who is still in a daze: "..."

60.00%? 80.00%? 90.00%?hundred percent?

The choice of chocolate raw materials is also a kind of knowledge!